She was younger. I was older.
She couldn't yet climb trees
and often had scraped up, dirty knees
after spending the day with me.
She taught me not to dig up
what stray cats buried in her sandbox.
I taught her, much later
how to clean horses hooves
or pull a worn shoe off.
How to ride standing up.
How to read poetry.
We sat on the curb under a circle of light
and became blood sisters.
Probably used a dirty razor
I don't remember anymore
but she would have.
In spite of everything
dangers, distance, and differences
She loved something in me
I was never sure just what.










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We find that kind of a friend.
You have
Warm smiles...
I hope you have had a wonderful Easter.